The neighbors are getting to know Smokey now that he likes to escape into the hallway to lounge around. One of the neighbors commented that Smokey is different from cats she's known. While those cats would rub up against her and stare up at her with big cute eyes to get what they want, Smokey doesn't even bother: He meows to ask to be let out. She refuses. And he's like, fine, and walks away.
"I'm a tomcat. I don't cuddle up to just anybody."
The other day I left the door open for Smokey so he could come back in on his own after playing in the hallway. He had just stepped back in when someone from the building left. Smokey hopped back out, perhaps hoping that the door would stay open long enough for him to escape. But then he looked back up in alarm to see me follow him out to grab him and he had this hell-no-I-will-go-in-by-myself-thank-you look. Yeah, he ran back into the apartment himself.
"I'm a tomcat. I don't need to be carried in, thank you."
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